war dispatch - leggings

The year moved on, I went into another job, almost felt safe again. The mutterings of the mind readers Kitty explained one evening remained a constant reminder of the whole war. She waited for help as i did, knowing that the country needed the money now as never before. They try to say it's a game, however games have rules and all the players know them. This is not a game.

The radio folk have almost vanished - as the war - fails to amuse now. It's all too old. Everyone has been lambasted too many times. She never recieved a reply from anywhere, and my experience shadows hers.

The fortune hunters carry on. They have their replacements ready, one to be the last chlld out of the place of salt, the austrian castle, another to be the grandchild of George Wookey. It's just amazing how many people they require to grafeltb anygoodies from my past life. I wrote to the now new publishers who took over the old publishers, the ones I lived with, where I was thrown out of the window. I recalled one of the many names I wrote under. So far no reply. There is someone of the same name here ready just in case, she changed her name many years ago, just before she came to the school. She sat bneside me in class for a few weeks, and then suddenly they moved her to a special school. It was a huge shock. I challenged the teachers about it. It seemed such a cruel thing to do. She was very normal. I was told I didn't know her... well enough.

Many years later I was out shopping in Stoke with Doris Ee and her daughter L (E.L) . We met her again briefly. She was not recognisable to me at all. The years had been long, and not kind. She was pushy, threatening, demanding a house from Mrs. Ee or she would tell me everything. L pushed her to one side, quick. "We'll sort it out," she said. "We have it all, anyway."

I didn't then remember. I'm not sure how I feel about this. They should have told me. About the house the Jews gifted me in the village that they wanted to put together out of the survivers. However Grandfather accepted it on my behalf. He was so pleased that it was offered. He said we had other houses in the area. My mother's estate? I'm reaching here. Later I designed a formal garden for Clarence House in Watton. I loved the classic features, the lines. He told me once he was going to put a lift in. As he said when I was older I'd appreciate it.

It's now a dentists. I remember I awoke one night when I was married to my first husband after a strange dream, I saw people tumbling out of a van in Watton high st, and into Clarence House. It bothered me. I had no idea why. It was a breach!